User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110817212439

Garond screeches, and many things happen at once. An arrow is let loose from its shaft, and it heads right for Bluestripe. Too many hearts are caught in throats, and no one can shout a warning to the badger, who's back is turned towards the oncoming arrow.

The silence is broken when Garond yells. "ATTACK!" The army rushes past Garond and Bluestripe and clashes with the weasels and hares, who are caught totally by surprise. Flitrunn looks up, his face pained, as a spear sticks out of his midriff. He falls over stiffly and lands with a soft thud on the grass.

After that, everything seems to move in slow motion as Lance sees Flitrunn lying on the sand. Rage fills his eyes and body as he pushes through the battle towards Garond, killing vermin every which way. "I'm coming, kitty!!"